Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Feng Lingxue looked at Xuan Ying, and those hooked Bing eyes flinched, it was him, Ying brother.

Her two little hands hanging to her side slowly punched into fists.

"King." At this moment Vatican came over and whispered in Lu Yeming's ear.

Lu Yeming had no expression, and he left with Vatican.

Xuan Ying and Feng Lingxue were left in the living room.

Xuan Ying was dressed in a black suit, and half of his face was handsome and unparalleled. He had a pair of ink-colored glazed eyes. The eyes were like infected ink, and the dark and sharpness was hidden inside.

Xuan Ying, the son of the Southern King, returned to the Xuan family three years ago, and it took only three years to get his name with Lu Yeming.

Xuan Ying also raised a tiger, and heard that he would feed his opponents directly to the tiger, eating people without spitting bones.

Xuan Ying glanced at the dark-colored glazed eyes, glanced up and down at Feng Lingxue, and thin lips curled out a sarcastic radian, "You are not hooked in Gillian's room-lead a man, run out hook-lead a married woman Feng Lingxue, I haven't seen you in three years, you are really getting cheaper. "

Feng Lingxue's stunning little face turned white, but she quickly stretched out her little hand to pinch the hair on her cheek, then lifted her leg and stepped forward.

Today, she wore a long black dress. The long dress was split. Every time she took a step, the tail swayed, revealing her thin and white legs. She had high heels on her feet, charming and charming. .

The high heels stopped and stopped in front of Xuan Ying. Feng Lingxue stretched out his small hand and slowly touched half of his handsome face.

"Brother Ying, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are really more beautiful, but what are you angry about? Three years ago, you were dumped by me as a mean woman?"

Xuan Ying Junmei's eyebrows slowly oozed out of the cold, and her palms protruded like lightning, clasping her slender wrists.

Feng Lingxue quickly twisted her eyebrows, and she felt that her Hao wrist was about to be crushed.

But she didn't yell, the more it hurt, the quieter she was. "Brother Ying, you know, I opened the door to do business. That night you said to take me away, but I thought about it, why did you take me away? ? "

"I am accustomed to the life of Jinyiyushi, a paper drunk gold fan, and you, a resident of the Gillian Palace, have no money, no status, no status, and want to eat swan meat?"

Xuan Ying was not a good man at first. Now the coldness on his body is getting worse. He reached out and flung Feng Lingxue out.

Feng Lingxue didn't stand firmly, and her slender back hit the counter directly, causing a pain.

She knew that the man hated her.

Hate her.

She had no expression on her cool little face, red lips and white teeth, black hair enchanting, a living stunner.

At this time, his eyes turned dark, Xuanying's tall body pressed in, and he blocked her directly in his chest. He looked at her, and smiled vulgarly. "So, if I have money, Status, you can ... play you? "

Feng Lingxue quickly put out two small hands and hugged his neck. "For example, if you are the son of Wang Jue, I will ..."

She stuck out her tongue and licked Xuanying's thin lips.

Xuan Ying quickly pinched her small jaw, and her long fingers pried open her shell teeth, stirring her tongue.

This kind of action gives off a few color-emotional flavors.

"Have you ever waited for a man like this?"

Feng Lingxue squeezed a punch, "Of course."

With these two words falling, Xuan Ying's action became rigid, and the whole person became indifferent and lost all interest.

Looking at her, he slowly hooked his lips, lowered his voice and spit out two words, "Prostitute-girl."

prostitute?

Feng Ling Xuebing narrowed her eyes.

Xuan Ying carelessly withdrew his fingers, and then his confidant stepped forward and handed a white square scarf, "Young Master."

Xuan Ying wiped his fingers with a white square scarf, his actions were elegant and lazy, without raising his eyes, he said lightly, "Where are you confident? The son of Wang Jue will look after you like this prostitute-girl?"

He lifted his eyes and said, throwing the dirty kerchief wiped by her hands to her feet, copying his trousers pocket with one hand, he sneered and looked dumb, "Oh, it's really dirty."

He turned and left.

...

he's gone.

Feng Lingxue has been watching his figure disappear into his sight. After three years of no seeing, he intentionally restrained his too dark air field, but he changed a lot.

His expensive shirt and trousers were expensive at first sight, and he followed his confidante in a calm and calm atmosphere like an emperor.

That confidant also called him ... Young Master.

It seems that he has had a good life in the past three years.

What about her?

What did she do to herself?

Feng Lingxue's eyes were red, and those hooked ice eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, showing a little weakness and helplessness.

Soon she smiled.

How many men spent a lot of money to buy Feng Lingxue in the Gillian Room and smiled, but she never smiled.

The more you don't laugh, the higher the price outside.

In fact, she was worth the high price, and she laughed like a moon flower blooming, hooking her soul.

Yeah, she's just a prostitute-girl ...

...

In the study.

Gu Mohan pushed in the door, glanced deep inside his narrow eyes, and finally saw the delicate shadow in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Tang Moer stood there, struck her long skirt, her hair fluttered, just as touching as it was many years ago.

He walked over and put a piece of paper on his desk.

"what is this?"

Tang Mo'er looked up, there were five big characters on the paper --- divorce agreement.

Gu Mohan's handsome face was unfathomable. No one could see through the true thoughts of his heart and put a pen down. He whispered, "Mo'e, you see, come and sign the signature."

Tang Mo'er's small face is very white. She tries to be as non-excited and hysterical as possible. If love reaches the last stop, she should also be decent.

She walked over and slowly picked up the pen.

The nib came to the final signature, and she signed her name in a stroke.

Suddenly it seemed ridiculous that she was not asked to sign her when she was married, but she was asked to sign her when she divorced.

At this moment, the pen tip broke.

She lifted her eyes and looked at the man. Her eyes were hot and big tears fell down, but she hooked her lips and smiled in her tears. "I didn't do it on purpose. This pen broke."

"It's okay, divorce, I agree. You can get the divorce certificate directly, right, who cares to raise it?"

She was very calm, but silent sadness and sorrow overflowed in the tears of peace, Gu Mohan stretched out her arms and pulled her into her arms.

The thin, thin lips pressed against her hair and kissed hard again and again, and he wished to rub her into his bones and blood, "Mo Er, now I need your cooperation, believe me, I will solve all this soon of."